"Surround them!" Li Qiang shouted, standing on a dirt mound and waving a torch, its orange-red glow illuminating his tense jawline.
The villagers moved quickly through half-a-foot-deep snow, their shovels scraping harshly against the frozen earth. Sticks and torches intertwined to form a ring of fire, driving the braying, tusked wild boars toward the corner of the threshing ground.
"Bang!" Old Man Li's elbow hitched back slightly as he braced his hunting rifle, the smell of gunpowder mixing with ice crystals to burst in the cold air.
Chapter 102